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Oj, budi svoj! Ta stvoren jesi čitav,
u grudi nosiš, brate, srce cijelo;
Ne kloni dušom, i da nijesi mlitav,
Put vedra neba diži svoje čelo!
Pa došli danci nevolje i muke,
Pa teko s čela krvav tebi znoj,
Ti skupi pamet, upri zdrave ruke,
I budi svoj!

Oj, budi svoj! Znaj, tvoja glava mlada
Nebolike ti zlatne sanke budi,
Ko sivi soko uzvini se nada,
Al svijet je svijet, i ljudi tek su ljudi
Da, zbilja goni s uzglavlja te meka,
U sebični te zovuć svijeta boj;
Ma što te, brate, u životu čeka:
Ti budi svoj!

Oj budi svoj! Taj svijet ti nije pako,
Ni raj ti nije; rodi trnom, cvijetom;
Ni desno, ni lijevo, da se nisi mako,
Već ravno pođi, dok te nosi, svijetom;
Koracaj bez obzira krepko, živo,
Sudbina dok ne rekne tebi;
Stoj!I pravim drži pravo, krivim krivo,
I budi svoj!

Oj, budi svoj Ta Božja ti je zamet,
Al" Bog sve mrzi što je laž i varka;
I neka ti ja vazda vedra pamet,
I srce vrelo, duša čista, žarka;
Nek ravno um i srce važu,
Tek tako bit ćeš čovjek, brate moj!
Da zli i dobri ljudi smjerno kažu:
Da, on je svoj!

Oj, budi svoj! Al" brat si budi braći,
I radi za svijet, al' ne slušaj pljeska;
I ljubi svijet, al' ne nadaj se plaći,
Jer hvala ljudska voda je vrh pijeska,
U tvojoj svijesti hvala ti je trudu,
S poštena lica teče pošten znoj,
I nijesi, brate, živio zaludu,
Kad jesi svoj.

Oj budi svoj, i čovjek ljudskog zvanja!
Pa diži čelo kao suce čisto;
Jer kukavica tek se rđi klanja,
Tvoj jezik, srce nek su vazda isto.
Za sjajnim zlatom ko za Bogom gledi
Tek mićenika ropskih podli roj;
Ti gledaj, da l' i duša zlata vrijedi,
Pa budi svoj.

Da, budi svoj! Pa dođe l' poći hora,
Gdje tisuć zvijezda zlaćanih se vije,
Kad čovjek račun si završit mora,
I ti ga svršuj, nek ti žao nije,
Jer tvoje srce šapnuti će ti:
Oj mirno, brajne, sad si račun zbroj!
Poštenjak, čovjek na zemlji si bio,
Bio si svoj!

A F R I K A

17.06.2005., petak

By Jonathan Glancey
THE GUARDIAN
Wednesday, Jun 15, 2005,Page 13

Advertising Far too many of the strikingly good-looking young women of Asmara spend far too much time hanging around the Intercontinental Hotel, an overwrought, air-conditioned behemoth gobbling up a nowhere land between the Eritrean capital and its modest airport.
Here, they drink Coke and flirt with well-fed Italian UN soldiers, who, when not carousing, perform important duties like flexing and oiling their gym-pumped muscles by the hotel's pools.

That's pools: plural; in a country that has been suffering a five- year drought. This is a country overrun by well-cushioned foreign soldiery, 4 x 4-borne charities and NGOs. There are so many of these that sometimes theirs are the only cars on the dusty roads leading into and out of this extraordinary, and largely bypassed, city set high on the East African escarpment, high enough to set your heart racing if you rush about on your first day here.

I mention the girls, the soldiers and the Intercontinental because this unholy triptych representing contemporary Asmaran life prompted me to wonder if Eritrea has ever truly shaken off its colonial yoke. This was an Italian colony from 1898, when the first gover-nor was appointed, until 1941 when the British won control of this blisteringly hot Red Sea country. It later became an Ethiopian dependency, until after a 30 year war, Isiais Afewerki and his plastic sandal-wearing Eritrean Peoples Liberation Front won control of their own country.

For the next seven years, Eritrea basked in a reputation of being one of the most open and tolerant countries in Africa before a renewed clash with Ethiopia led to a presidential clampdown and a return to the country of all those UN troops spooning with the local girls, and NGOs by the baffling-acronym load.

Even so, Asmara itself is one of the most enchanting cities in Africa. I nearly typed "Italy," for this is a city largely created by the Italians over a very short period, and one in which the surprised visitor will find astonishingly similar to some cities in southern Italy and especially those built on the Pontine marshes by Mussolini in the 1930s.

Here you can eat all the pizza, pasta and ice cream your stomach could possibly desire, along with goat stew mopped up by injera, a sponge-like local pancake that may, or may not, be made with wheat.

Pavement cafes proffer cappuccino and espresso from vintage Italian coffee machines along with saccharine-sweet Arabic mint tea and refreshing Asmara (formerly Melotti) beer.

At sunset, the city sets out on a passegiatta, old men in double- breasted suits doffing Borsolino hats as they stroll along wide pavements under royal palms. They address foreigners in the Italian they learned as boys when what is now an utterly convincing Italian modernist city of the 1930s was a frenetic building site. Between 1935 and 1941, young Italian architects, and seasoned contractors working to a detailed urban plan, built somewhere between 400 and 500 fine new designs here: theatres, cinemas, hotels, churches, mosques, covered markets, city halls and, of course, a Casa del Fascio.

The Casa del Fascio, shaped in the guise of a giant rendered-concrete "F' is now a part of the ministry of education. It broods, although in ice cream colors, so it can't be all that broody, at one end of Harnet, or Independence Avenue, the broad thoroughfare that characterizes and sets the pace for this would-be east African Rome and which has changed its name with each new regime, indigenous or imperial.

Mussolini's architects did a fine job. Whatever the outrages and injustices of his Fascist regime, Asmara is a thoroughly well planned and good-looking city. Here is one place in the world where surely anyone might allow themselves to give in to the sometimes cold and remotely intellectual charms of modernism.

Colored like confectionery, bejeweled with purple jacaranda and red bougainvillea, and set under high blue skies, how could anyone take offence and wish for more obviously romantic "colonial" or mud-hut architecture?

This Italian modernism is, in large part, Asmara's saving grace. Many of the city's buildings might be 70 years old, yet they remain incorrigbly Modern with a capital M. Asmara is not wealthy -- far from it -- and yet with its lively cafe culture and the natural grace and good manners of its people, it feels absolutely nothing like the desperate and downtrodden African cities we know all too well from TV news reports and the fund-raising efforts of well-meaning pop stars.

There is something, too, very special, despite the current clampdown on civil liberties, in the tolerant way Asmarinos share their lives. Here, Muslims, Catholics, Coptic and Greek Orthodox Christians and a handful of Jews live and work, cheek by jowl. They all have fine buildings to celebrate their God: a 1920s Gothic cathedral, which seems much older, on Harnet Avenue for the Catholics; the twin-towered and richly mosaiced Coptic Mariam cathedral; the handsome Al Qurafi al Rashidin mosque at the head of the central market buildings dating from 1937; the pretty Greek Orthodox church of St George; and a modestly scaled neoclassical synagogue.

Ancient and hard-held beliefs exist alongside the ice cream world of 1930s Italy. If you want to see a film, try the Impero Cinema on Martyrs Avenue. It's a beautifully restored art deco monument, robed in the rich colors of a Roman emperor's toga. If you want music and nightclubs, there is plenty of that and those. As for restaurants, you can eat Sudanese and Indian as well as Asmarino-Italian.

To watch the city go by, sit at one of the outside tables at the Bar Impero or Pasticeria Moderna on Harnet Avenue. In fact, you will be watching the world go by, too. The Asmarino diaspora has been on a biblical scale in recent years. My mid-morning coffee at the Moderna was paid for one morning by a man who had lived the past 30 years in Oslo and missed the snow, while, across from us, a young man, recently back from New York sported baseball cap, hood, saggy trousers, high-rise trainers, mobile phone and a big, pouting sneer as if downtown Asmara was somehow da South Bronx. This look, by the way, is thought eccentric: smiles, smart dress and good manners, even when there is so little money, are the norm rather than pouting, sneering, global brand culture.

How the city has been so well preserved might seem something of a miracle in a poor country especially after so many decades of war.

Fighting, though, has nearly always been in blisteringly hot rural areas, along desert borders, up and down the coast, and through devilish mountains passes. When the British took Asmara in 1941, they had bombed just one building. Mind you, the miserable sods stripped the city of much of its industrial machinery along with other essential parts of its infrastructure.

Although ordinary soldiers had been delighted, and amazed, to find a modern city, all ice cream, cinemas, Alfa-Romeos and gorgeous girls, their superiors considered Asmara too good for the locals. Their attitude was that the Italians had overspent and that it was only right to strip the city of modern machinery that could be used more profitably elsewhere by insatiably business-minded Brits.

To this day, many of the seemingly modern buildings in the city center lack running water, bathrooms and lavatories. While, at the edge of the city, the choking Medeber market is witness to huge numbers of Asmarinos recycling absolutely anything that can be turned into something useful: beds from lorry springs, chairs and tables from oil cans.

The city center is now, effectively, a listed zone where new buildings will only rarely be allowed. The Cultural Assets Rehabilitation Programme was set up in 1996 to record the city's architecture and to educate children, as well as business people and developers across the country, to look after their unparalleled urban heritage. Asmara may yet become a Unesco World Heritage Site. It fully deserves to be.

Perhaps the most unexpected restoration has been that of the enchanting Eritrean State Railway, which spirals in death-defying fashion down the escarpment from Asmara to meet the Red Sea at Massawa, another fascinating, although heavily war-damaged city, and one of the very hottest on earth.

The narrow-gauge railway, built by the Italians, has been rebuilt without outside help. National pride has seen to that. The necessary expertise lay in the hands and memories of long retired railwaymen, who have returned to bring the railway back to life.
There are, of course, no cheap flights to Eritrea. Tourism is in its infancy. There is little water, most of it unsafe to drink. The country is poor. It can be very hot indeed. Border disputes might break out at any time. Yet, where else will you find a city like Asmara? Unthreatening. Unexpected. Africa with a Neapolitan ice-cream scoop.
Ovaj tekst o Eritreji mi se svidja no nemam vremena da ga prevodim mozda nekada drugi put.

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15.06.2005., srijeda

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Jos jednom uvidjam kako starim. U Sarajevu sam i imam ulaznicu za koncert Bijelog Dugmeta no kisa i lose vrijeme su mi bili dobar izgovor da ne odem na koncert.
Da je ovo vrijeme od prije desetak godina ne vjerujem da bi me zadrzalo bilo sto, no ovako samo moram priznati da se stari. Malo je kasno da pokusam ulaznicu pokloniti nekome tko je blizu Sarajeva a htio bi ici, o tome sam trebao ranije razmisljati.

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14.06.2005., utorak

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10.06.2005., petak

Brojka poginulih u demonstracijama u Adis Ababi se popela na 24 a ozljedjeno je vise od stotinu.

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08.06.2005., srijeda

Poceli su i ubijati

Eight Ethiopians were shot dead and scores injured on Wednesday on a third day of unrest after a disputed election, a Reuters witness said.

The witness said he saw eight people dead from gunshot wounds, some in the head, and many others going to the Black Lion hospital in Addis Ababa with injuries. It was not immediately clear who was behind the shooting.

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06.06.2005., ponedjeljak

ADDIS ABABA, Ethiopia (AP) -- Policija je uhapsila stotine sudenata koji su prekrsili zabranu o organiziranju demonstracija. Demonstracije su organizirane zbog nezadovoljstva studenata nakon objave rezultata izbora.
Police charged into crowds at Addis Ababa University to grab protesters and beat others with batons in the first public protest against the May 15 elections.
The army's special forces troops stood by, armed with assault rifles and rocket propelled grenades. Riot police with tear gas and a water cannon also stood by as regular police quelled the demonstration.
Police detained an estimated 500 protesters who were chanting: "We are only students, we are not an army."
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Na fotografiji su roditelji uhapsenih studenata.
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03.06.2005., petak

Koliko li se rodjendana proslavi dok im se prestane radovati?

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01.06.2005., srijeda

Svadba

Pokusajte se sjetitit kako je izgledalo vase vjencanje, a vi koji jos uvijek niste imali svoju svadbu pokusajte se sjetiti posljednje svadbe na kojoj ste bili. Pjesma, ples, pica i jela u izobilju.
O tome kako izgledaju vjencanja u Eritreji i Etiopiji sam vec ranije pisao a zbog njihovog siromastva u takve feste je ulozeno i mnogo vise truda neg sto je to kod nas potrebno.
Dakle na svadbi smo. Trazim prikladnog pjevaca kojega bi mogao opisati kao nekog tko pjeva religiozne i domoljubne pjesme a cijela dijaspora diljem svijeta ga jednostavno obozava. Recimo Tompson, neka bude Tompson pjevac na nasoj svadbi gdje je prisutno 250 do 300 uzvanika. Prava festa. Prosla je polnoc i odjednom se pojavljuju nepozvani gosti. Gomila policajaca prekida zabavu i svih tristotinjak svatova odvodi u zatvor.
Gdje to ima? U centru Asmare. U subotu uvecer uhapseni i do danas zatvoreni svi osim nekolicine zena i muskaraca koji su pusteni odmah sutra dan. Mlada, mladozenja, i ostatak svatova su jos su jos uvijek zatvoreni.
Isti slucaj desio se u jos jednom od gradova u Eritreji u sjecnju mjesecu a vecina zatocenih tada iz zatvora je pustena tek prije tjedan dva. Ovi jadnici od prije tri cetri dana prema tome mogu ocekivati da ce oko Bozica ipak biti pusteni kuci.
Razlog hapsenja je sto su vecina svatova pripadnici Evangelisticke crkve. Tako to biva kada se ne postuju odluke vlade jedne zemlje koja je lijepo vec prije 3 godine uredno zabranila rad i zapovjedila zatvaranje svih crkvi koje ne pripadaju Rimokatolickoj, Ortodox ili Luteranskoj crkvi.
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Do sada je zatvoreno oko 36 crkvi, a vecina sljedbenika tih religija i svecenstva je uhapsena.
Vlada kaze da nitko nikada nije uhapsen zbog svoga vjerskog opredjeljenja i da je sloboda vjere dozvoljena.
Ovi mladenci su sigurno sasvim drugacije zamisljali svoju prvu bracnu noc, pozeljeti im mogu samo ako im je ovo medeni mjesec neka potraje samo toliko, mjesec dana i nista vise.
Koliko li je neprijatelja dobila vlada i predsjednik sa ovakvim glupim cinom?

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